Ye Ranran nodded, the leadership transition was coming up, and apart from the Fu Family, others were coveting that position like it was the ancient throne.
Before the candidate was confirmed, there would be a fierce battle, and that was just an appetizer. The real storm of bloodshed was yet to come.
Even after the candidate was selected, in the first one or two years, many still harbored intentions to move. By the third or fourth year, if capable, one could securely hold the position.
However, a slight misstep could lead to being pulled down and completely destroyed.
Fu Rong's goal was that position, his choice of others was because they were more useful, right? She could help him.
But couldn't she do the same? Ye Ranran's nails unconsciously dug into her flesh. Over the years, hadn't she helped him enough?
She even took a bullet for him.
"Xiao Cai." Wen Li looked at her worriedly.
